Theo. Which of us is it, for whom you are concerned?
Mel. For that, madam, you must excuse me; I have more discretion than to boast a lady's favour.
Aur. Did you counterfeit an address to me?
Mel. Still I say nothing, madam; but I will satisfy either of you in private; for these matters are too tender for public discourse.
Enter Lopez and Bellamy hastily, with their swords drawn.
Bellamy and Lopez! This is strange!
Lop. Ladies, we would not have disturbed you, but as we were walking to the garden door, it opened suddenly against us, and we confusedly saw, by moonlight, some persons entering, but who they were we know not.
Bel. You had best retire into the garden-house, and leave us to take our fortunes, without prejudice to your reputations.
Enter Wildblood, Maskall, Jacintha, and Beatrix.
Wild. [To Jacintha entering.] Do not fear, madam, I think I heard my friend's voice.